Prompts: #1. "Make me." & #50. Angry Make-out
Pairings: Bellamy Blake/OC
I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, glaring up at that horrific, round yellow ball in the sky. I'd never been so hot in all my life. Until a few weeks ago, I had no idea what sunshine actually felt like. All I'd ever known was what I experienced in the Ark...and when you spend part of your life in a prison cell, you don't experience much. Sun, fresh air, grass, trees...all of it was new. Sometimes I still caught myself just staring, caught up in the newness of the world that surrounded me. A world I'd only read about in books and never in a million years dreamt I'd be able to see for myself.
Damn, things had changed fast. My awe and wonder towards the sun was quickly fading, though, the longer I was forced to work in it. All thanks to slave driver Bellamy and his gang of merry followers. I was all for putting up a wall and finding a way to protect ourselves, but I wasn't all about working non-stop for hours without food, water, or rest of any kind. I came to a halt trying to catch my breath. Across the camp, I could see Bellamy standing just near the door to the drop ship, surveying his little worker bees with an arrogant expression. What a tool. The more I watched him, the more annoyed I felt. Who voted him chancellor of the ground anyways?
"No water. Get back to work!"
I glanced over my shoulder at the sound of a familiar voice, unsurprised to see Murphy barking orders once again. Like Bellamy, he didn't have to do work. Oh no, he just got to watch. He suddenly smacked a cup of water out of Harper's hand and something in me snapped. I threw down the bundle of wood I'd been carrying and crossed the camp to to where Murphy was laying into Harper about being "lazy". Like he was one to talk. I didn't say a word as I neared them, instead pushing my way towards the water and pouring myself a cup.
Murphy sneered at me. "Did you not just hear what I said to her?"
I glanced at Harper and she gave me a warning look. So what if Murphy was dangerous? If the worst he could do was try to kill me, then I'd take my chances. He looked too shrimpy to put up much of fight anyways. He wasn't built the way Bellamy was, all muscle and broad shoulders.
"Did you not just notice that I don't give a damn?" I answered in a snarky tone. His eyebrow arched. "What? You gonna knock this cup out of my hand too? Bellamy got you feeling all important because you're in charge of the water?" I tilted my head back and drained the water from the cup, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
I could feel another set of eyes on me and glanced over my shoulder to see Bellamy's dark eyes burning a hole through me. I ignored him, turning and shoving the cup into Murphy's hands. He stumbled backwards a little bit.
I felt a surge of empowerment, although a part of me was screaming that what I was doing was incredibly stupid. I was too angry to care, though. Too tired, and hot, and sweaty to care that as I walked out of the camp, someone else followed. As I walked through the partially finished gates, a few people cheered and called my name only to be shushed by a pissed off John Murphy. I allowed myself a small, triumphant smile. One small victory for Carlie.
I walked until the camp was just out of sight. I knew what I had just done was completely unwise, but I wasn't careless enough to wander off too far on my own. I faced the forest of towering trees, closing my eyes and allowing the cool, dampness of the forest to wash over me. I sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly through pursed lips, trying to compose myself. Murphy, what a little twit.
I heard the snap of a twig behind me and whirled around, hand immediately going to the knife at my waist. I let out a groan when I saw Bellamy marching towards me, in that familiar, angry gait of his. My stomach twitched, and I realized it was out of fear, but I swallowed it down and prepared myself to hold my ground.
"I'm done, Bellamy. I'm not like the rest of them...I'm not just gonna bow down and do whatever the hell you want me to do." I snapped at him as soon as he was close enough.
His dark eyes were narrowed into slits. "Like hell you are. Everybody works. Everybody does their share."
I crossed my arms over my chest, mostly to hide the fact that I was so pissed that my hands were shaking. "Everybody does their share?" I asked sarcastically. "Really, that's interesting because I don't see you or Murphy, or any of your boys doing any of the work whatsoever. It's like suddenly Bellamy can do whatever he wants because there's no one around to stop him! Yeah, I can see how you fit right in with the other guards on the Ark."
His nostrils flared and I felt an odd sense of victory knowing that I was getting to him. That I, of all people, was getting under the skin of Bellamy Blake. "You think you can do my job? Think you can lead these people and make all the tough decisions? I didn't ask to get put in charge!"
"Oh, that's bullshit and you know it! You jumped at the chance to boss everyone around. You complain about the privileged on the Ark and how they all did whatever they wanted all the time, but look at you now." I paused, shaking my head. "You're just as bad as they are."
We glared at each other so intensely, I was surprised there weren't actual rays of heat shooting from our eyes. I couldn't ever remember feeling so angry...at least not since they locked me up in the skybox. Now, though, the absolute seething hatred I felt for the man in front of me was so tangent, I swore I could taste it. Like poison.
"Get back to camp. Now." He finally growled. "I'm not having this argument with you, of all people. I'd expect this from Wells, or even Clarke. But not you."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked shaking my head. "Me of all people?"
"You and me." He gestured between us with his hand. "The others...We're not like them on the Ark. We've always had to fight. I'm not the bad guy, so why are you fighting me?"
"Because you're a pompous asshole who finally has control for the first time in his life and is abusing the hell out of it." I answered swiftly. "And I'm not going back to camp."
His eyebrows shot up. "Oh, I'm the asshole? You're acting like a child. Get back to camp before I have to drag you there."
A child? Drag me there? My eyes flashed and I suddenly lashed out, pressing my hands against his chest and shoving. I didn't stop to think about what I was doing or the fact that Bellamy was bigger, stronger, and more capable in a fight than I could ever hope to be. The thought was fleeting and didn't stop me from going at him again. "Get-" Shove. "-the hell-" Another shove. "-away from me." One final shove and he'd barely moved an inch. It was like trying to push over a mountain.
"One last chance, Carlie." He warned.
I tilted my chin, trying to make myself taller than I actually was, though the top of my head barely came to his chin. "Make me." The words were barely louder than a whisper through gritted teeth.
We were so close, there was barely an inch of space between our chests and I could see every freckle that covered his tanned face. His eyes, which were burning with anger (all aimed towards me) had flecks of gold in them I'd never been close enough to notice before. I could feel his breath on my face, the heat radiating off his body. How could one person simultaneously piss me off so much, yet look so attractive while doing it?
"Well?" I questioned, perking an eyebrow.
"Just shut up." He suddenly murmured, as one of his arms hooked around my waist and drew me closer to him.
My arms were already around his neck before his lips found mine.
It was angry and savage, nothing gentle or sweet about it. It was like we were both filled with this emptiness, this hunger, and desperate for the other to fill it. I pressed myself closer to him, hands tangling in his dark curls. I felt his tongue glide along my lower lip and pressed myself closer until I could feel every breath shudder through his chest. There was no fluidity, no synchronicity. It was like a battle, who could overpower the other first. I pushed Bellamy backwards with every ounce of strength I had, my mouth never leaving his, until he let out a grunt as his back hit the rough bark of the nearest tree trunk.
My hands slid along his broad shoulders, down the length of his torso and stopping at his narrow waist and pushing underneath the hem of his shirt. Beneath the fabric, his skin was slick with sweat. I pressed my fingers along the ripples of his abdominals until I heard him growl against my lips. With one fluid movement, Bellamy flipped our positions and I felt the tree grinding into my back. His hands were braced on either side of my head before moving to cup my face, palms warm against my skin. I moved my hands, wrapping my fingers around his wrists.
It couldn't have been more than a few minutes, but the battle seemed to rage on forever, neither of us giving in. Neither of us willing to bow down to the other. Suddenly, though, we were both resurfacing and gasping for air. His forehead rested against my own, hands still cradling my chin. My eyes flickered to meet his gaze, filled with equal parts lust, anger, and curiosity.
I pushed him off me, trying to catch my breath. I put some much needed distance between us, gulping in air as I tried to wrap my head around what had just happened. I whirled around to look at him to see he was bracing himself against the tree with one hand. Our eyes met for a second him, our gazes holding for a long, drawn out minute.
"This stay between us, Blake." I suddenly said, feeling my cheeks start to redden. "And let's get one thing straight, I don't like you."
"Whatever you say, sweetheart." I couldn't decide if the huskiness in his voice was more sexy or irritating.
"Good." I ran a hand through my hair and straightened my top before heading back to the camp. He didn't follow. Once I was sure I was out of his sight line, I pressed my fingers to my mouth and felt my puffy, swollen lips. What the hell had that been anyways? And why had I liked it so much? I shook my head, trying to shake him from my mind but failing miserably.
"Damn you, Bellamy Blake."
A/N: Seriously, I'm having way too much fun writing these. Keep 'em coming! :]
